by Vanessa Vale
When Seth and Landon used their fingers, they’d been intent on making me come. Not them. By the sight of Landon’s very big, very hard cock, he was still unsatisfied. And the way Seth had said we weren’t done led me to believe they’d make me feel good again.
And that was why I’d stripped off my shift, the last barrier hiding me. I wasn’t going to just lie back and look at the ceiling as they took me, one after another. No. This time I’d be an active participant.
What had come over me? I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. I was a gun-toting, bank robbing widow who seemed to like carnal relations with not just one man, but two.
When Landon’s attention was distracted on my bare breasts, I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed, his knees bent and feet touching the floor. I climbed on top of him so that I straddled his hips, his erect cock pressing into my belly. His dark eyes widened fractionally and he grinned.
“I am at your mercy, sweetheart.”
His skin was hot and the coarse hair on his legs tickled the backs of my thighs. He was so much bigger than I was, but laid there passively, anticipating that I take over. I’d been bold in taking off my shift and insisting on more, but I was quickly losing courage. I felt my pleasure leech away.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. Seth moved to the far side of the bed. Glancing up, I saw him naked, too.
They were so different; one fair, the other dark. They were both big, a good head taller than me, broad shouldered and beautifully muscled. Landon was broad though, a thick chest and heavier than Seth. Seth wasn’t a weakling. Far from it. His muscles were lean and long. I had no idea what these men did for a living, but it wasn’t anything like a bank manager who sat idly behind a desk.
Seth’s cock was just as impressive as Landon’s, although his was a touch longer. The thatch of hair at the base was darker than on his head.
“Don’t get shy on us now,” Seth countered.
“I’m not being shy, I just don’t know what to do. I mean, I’ve done this before, but with quite a bit less depth of skill or variety.”
Placing my hands on Landon’s chest, I moved them slowly over the soft skin and felt the hard play of muscles beneath.
“You’re doing just fine,” he said, and I felt his cock pulse against my belly.
“She likes you better than me,” Seth said. When I glanced up, I saw him pouting, but when he winked, I knew he was joking.
Landon’s hand came to my waist and before I had a chance to cry out, I was flipped onto my back, my head on the pillows, as two men loomed over me. Two naked men.
Sliding a hand up the inside of my leg, Landon hooked the back of my knee so I was spread wide. Their gazes rested squarely on me.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Seth commented. “Landon’s got your taste on his tongue. It’s my turn.”
I frowned, confused, but Seth maneuvered himself between my legs, lowered himself so that his head hovered right above me. There.
“Seth, what are you doing?” I breathed.
His pale brow winged up. “You’ve never had a man eat your pussy?”
I shook my head. With my hair tucked behind my back, I had to lift up, pull it out from behind so it laid in a wild tangle on the pillow.
“Landon may have kissed your mouth first, but I get to be the first to kiss your pussy.” He grinned. “Lucky me.”
I was definitely embarrassed. It was one thing to let the men touch my body and bring me to climax, it was quite another to be completely bare, my thighs spread lewdly and Seth’s head directly between. He could see everything.
“You’re wet and I love your scent.” I couldn’t reply to Seth’s words because he put his mouth on me and all that escaped was a breathy moan. My hands moved to his head, not sure if I was pushing him away or pulling him closer.
“Oh my god,” I cried when he licked over the sensitive flesh Landon had worked with his thumb.
“She’s going to scream again,” Landon said, moving up the bed so he could kiss me, to cover the sounds I was now making.
I couldn’t help it. What Seth was doing felt so good. My toes tingled and my body felt empty. Landon had put his finger in me, but now, I clenched down on nothing. I wanted more. The thought of their cocks filling me had me shifting my hips. Aching for them.
Seth lifted his head long enough to say, “You’ll come for me and then I’ll fuck you. You want my cock?”
I couldn’t respond, so I tightened my grip on his hair, pushed him back toward me. He took that as a yes and returned to his work. Perspiration bloomed on my skin, my nipples hardened. I was climbing again, Seth’s skill with his mouth matched Landon’s work with his fingers. I was going to come. I recognized it now, wasn’t afraid of the intensity of the feelings.
And when I did come, I was thankful for Landon’s mouth on mine, for I did scream. Again. The feelings of bliss that washed over me were incredible. Different than from Landon’s fingers. More intimate, but no less incredible.
When I lay relaxed and replete, Landon shifted on the bed so he was sitting against the headboard, propped up with a pillow behind his back. He’d positioned me in front of him—it was easy for him to do with me so languid—my back to his chest so we were both looking at Seth. With deft moves of his feet, Landon hooked my ankles and spread me wide, wider so Seth could move between.
Seth’s motions were swift, as if he’d been holding himself back until now. His cock was a deep plum color, a vein pulsed along the length and fluid seeped from the slit at the tip. He wanted me. There was no question, but he was big.
Perhaps he saw the concern in my eyes, for he settled into place, put his hands on my hips to lift me up as he wanted, shifted his hips so the flared head of his his cock nudged my entrance. He looked at me, grinned.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You were made for us. We got you all nice and soft for our cocks.”
Slowly, he entered me, one patient thrust of his hips. I squirmed a little, shifting to adjust to being opened so much. It had been a while since I’d taken a man and my body was unaccustomed. I watched the tense play of his jaw, the intensity in his pale gaze. Sweat slid down his temple and I felt the firm grip of his fingers on my hips.
When he slid in all the way, he stilled, looked at me, then over my head at Landon. “She’s perfect. God, she’s rippling around me.” He laughed, although it was shaky. “Sweetheart, if you keep doing that, it’ll be over far too soon.”
Intentionally, I clenched down on him.
He groaned and in that moment, I felt so powerful. I reduced him to mindless sounds.
“That’s it,” he replied and began to move. “You’re getting fucked now, sweetheart.”
If fucking meant he held me still as he drove into me, hard, then harder still, the sound of our flesh slapping together, then I loved it. I loved to be fucked. This was hot and carnal, rough and wild. And when Landon cupped my breasts and began to play with my nipples as he started saying dark and dirty things in my ear about what he planned to do to me next, I never wanted it to end.
My eyes fell closed and I gave myself over to them in this. I trusted them to give me just what I needed to come. Again. They weren’t stingy about seeing to my pleasure, but the way Seth was almost wild in his motions, I knew he’d given over to his basest need.
“Yes, Seth. More,” I breathed, needing him to rub against me every time he filled me up. He shifted my hips, adjusting the angle of his entry and I came. Instantly. There was no scream this time, for I had no energy for the sound.
I felt Seth thicken and still deep inside me, heard his growl as he came. Felt the heat of his seed as it flooded me.
Our breathing was ragged and our flesh was slick and clung together. After he recovered somewhat, he pulled out. Landon spun me about again so I was on my back and he loomed over me.
“My turn,” he said, not waiting one moment longer than necessary to fill me. He slid in easily, even with his wide girth, aided by Seth’s copious emissions. “Someda
“Together?”
Landon’s hand slipped around my bottom and touched me at the darkest of places.
“Landon!” I cried, my eyes flaring wide.
He grinned in response, shifted his cock and I clenched down. He hissed.
“We’ll take you here, too. Seth will fuck your pussy and I’ll claim your ass. Did Orville take you there?”
Fuck me…in my bottom? “People do that?” I asked, my voice high.
“We will. Not now.” He pulled back, thrust deep. “Now, it’s time to come again.”
I blinked at him. “I don’t know if I can, come again, I mean,” I whispered.
He lowered his head, kissed me, and I felt the soft rasp of his beard. When he met my eyes again, I saw heat there. Passion. “You’re going to come all night long.”
I groaned, worried I wouldn’t be able to survive. As Landon pulled back, then thrust deep, I knew it would be a good way to go.
CHAPTER SIX
Maddie
I awoke to the sounds of someone in my room. Startled, I sat upright in bed. Two thoughts came to me at once. I was naked and there were two men in my room. Then the fog of sleep cleared and I remembered what happened. The entire night, every carnal action, every bit of pleasure came rushing back.
They both turned to look at me, grinned. Pulling up the edge of the sheet, I covered myself.
“Don’t be shy now, sweetheart,” Landon said. He was fully dressed, and Seth was tucking in his shirt.
I ran my hand over my face, pushed my hair back. “Sorry. I’m not used to this.”
“I should hope not,” Seth said, coming around the bed to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Nothing more than that…for now.” He winked. “We have to get going.”
I gasped, remembering what I was to do today. The robbery. Hastily, I slid from the bed, grabbed my shift from the floor, pulled it over my head. I felt their gazes on me, knew they were seeing my every move. I was a little embarrassed, even after what we’d done together, but I was in a hurry. “Yes, I am to meet my friend.”
“Of course,” Landon said. He retrieved a gun from the dresser. I stared at it, panicked he’d discovered my weapon. “You’ll do that, just as we have our meeting about our next job, but we all have a stop to make first.”
I watched as he put on his gun belt, tucked the gun into the holster slung low on his right hip.
“Stop?” I asked, licking my lips, my eyes focused squarely on the gun. Why did he need a gun? He hadn’t been wearing it the day before.
Seth went to a leather bag in the corner, pulled out a gun belt of his own.
“With the sheriff.”
Oh god, they knew. They’d fucked me all night long and somehow they knew I was a bank robber. No. They couldn’t know. How could they? They were just…men.
“Sheriff?” I parroted, then pointed to Landon’s gun. “Why do you need guns? What is it that you do?”
“We’re US Marshals,” Seth said absently, settling the gun belt properly on his hips. “We need to stop and see the sheriff or the nearest minister.”
I stilled. Oh god. I always knew being arrested was a possibility, but I never imagined that happening while in just my shift. “US Marshals? Minister?”
What had I done? I’d slept with two lawmen who wanted to take me to the sheriff. Yes, they had to know what I’d done. Who I was.
Landon grinned. “We’re marrying you, sweetheart.”
I was a mixture of petrified and angry at the same time. So much so that I didn’t process what Landon had said. “How dare you!” I said, spinning on my heel and grabbing the pins from the bedside table.
“Excuse me?” Seth asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “We are gentlemen, Maddie. We took liberties with you last night that should be reserved for those who are married.”
I scoffed at that. Hurt. “Yet you want to take me to the sheriff.”
Seth frowned. “Of course. We said we wanted to marry you. At dinner. All night long, we made that quite clear. That you were ours, that you belonged to us.”
He pulled from his bag a pair of handcuffs.
My heart was practically beating out of my chest. In just my shift, I was sure they could see it. Sticking out my wrists, I said bitterly, “Fine. Take me in.”
Both men stilled and I had to look up at them when they did nothing.
“What we did last night isn’t punishable by the law, sweetheart. You’re a widow and what we did was wholly consensual.”
It was my turn to still. They didn’t know I was a bank robber, that I was the Black Widow. They were just US Marshals, just two men who’d met me in the lobby of a hotel and decided they wanted me, had a wild night together and were going to marry me. It was just a coincidence that I’d hopped into bed with the men I was trying to avoid the most. And now, they wanted me permanently.
I laughed then, the quick burst of panic bubbled out. “You really want to marry me?”
Landon stepped up to me, tipped my chin up with his thumb. “Don’t question our honor, sweetheart.”
He was serious. Dead serious. There was none of that dark, playful tone from the night before. Now, with his gun on his hip, he was more US Marshal than lover.
“But… I just thought it was one night,” I countered.
“You said you hadn’t been with anyone since your husband, so you aren’t the type of widow to take random men to her bed. What did we say or do to indicate we only wanted one night with you?”
My mouth fell open, my mind swirling about. I was overwhelmed. US Marshals. A naked night of unbridled passion. The impending bank robbery. Marriage. Oh god.
“It was nothing you said, but you chose me.”
Seth came to stand directly beside Landon, their shoulders bumping. They remained silent, waiting for me to elaborate.
“I just didn’t consider myself to be, well, marriageable.” I heard the vulnerability in my voice.
Seth shrugged slightly. “We must not have done a good enough job last night.”
Oh, that was not the case. I’d been well satisfied and they knew it. The smug bastards. “Our compatibility isn’t in question, just your choice in a bride.”
“We want you, Maddie,” Landon said, his tone serious.
“We will have you. After last night, there’s no going back.” Seth held the handcuffs up by one finger. “Do we need to put these on you and take you in?”
My worst nightmare, being dragged to jail like a criminal. Which I was.
“No. No handcuffs.”
He hooked the handcuffs onto the side of his gun belt opposite the holster.
“You seem upset about something,” Seth said.
I laughed maniacally again. I should tell them everything, wipe my sins clean like a cloth over a school slate. But there was more than just my own neck at stake here. I wouldn’t risk Tara and Amanda’s freedom. “Why didn’t you tell me you were US Marshals?”
“I didn’t think it made a difference if we were lawmen or not while we were fucking,” Seth replied. “Should I have pulled out the handcuffs and locked you to the headboard?”
My mouth fell open at that idea. Trapped naked and at their mercy.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Landon angled his head down and looked at my breasts. “Your nipples just got hard.”
Stupid thin shift! They knew what they could do to me, just from a rasp of their voice, a caress. A kiss. A suggestion.
“We’re the same men without the gun belts,” Landon said, and I could tell from the tone of his voice he was trying to reassure me.
That might be the case, but I was still an outlaw. I was everything they fought against. The very basis of their job was to bring criminals like me to justice. They wanted me to marry them, then go off and rob a bank without them knowing? I was the duplicitous one. I couldn’t back out now from my plan, not even for them.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Landon said, stepping up to me to run a finger over my cheek. “Just because I’m a US Marshal doesn’t mean you have to stop calling me God.”
I narrowed my eyes and clenched my fists. I knew he was joking with me, to lighten the suddenly tense mood. It worked, because now I wanted to punch him in the face. He was a cocky bastard and there was nothing I could do about it. I had called him God, and a couple other things when he’d had his head buried between my thighs, that beard of his soft against my thighs. It hadn’t just been Seth that one time who’d made me come from his mouth. I hadn’t been able to remain silent and I worried people would stare at me when we crossed the lobby to go to the damn sheriff. They’d both been that good. I never knew it could be like that between a man and woman. Orville hadn’t done more than shove his cock into me, thrust for a minute, then spend.
Yes, God. That one utterance was what made him so damn smug now.
“And me, sweetheart,” Seth said. “Don’t forget me.”
As if I ever could. After the first time they both fucked me, we’d slept, but I’d awoken to Landon’s tongue and fingers on my pussy. Seth, as soon as I was crying out Landon’s name, had propped my head up with a pillow and fed me his cock. Yes, my scream of pleasure had been stifled by his cock swelling even thicker in my mouth. That was another first.
My pussy was sore from the thorough use. My muscles ached in places I’d never known even had muscles. I felt the obvious whisker burn on the inside of my thighs, on the underside of my breasts, and the side of my neck. And my bottom! I couldn’t see it, but I was sure it still held their bright pink handprints from when they’d spanked me. Yes, they’d even spanked me, but just in play. I’d been astride Seth’s lap, his cock filling me deep when he brought his palm down onto my bottom, spurring me to move faster.
I got dressed as quickly as I could, although Seth snagged my drawers from my fingers when I was about to put them on. Patiently, they watched me hook my corset, slip on my dress, even slide on my stockings and boots and put up my hair. It was as if they were enthralled by the act of a woman dressing.
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